Feb. 6th, 2016

have_no_mercy: (workaholic)
[personal profile] have_no_mercy
It's National Libraries Day in Tess' world. Due to this she is sitting at a table, laptop open, working on her children's library plans.

There's a cold coffee and a half eaten sandwich to one side, proof that she's probably been working too hard. Feel free to bother her; she could use a breather.
not_that_count: (Fangs)
[personal profile] not_that_count
There is a lot of noise coming from the door, yelling, screaming, screeching, thunder, and rumbling. Next, The Count stomps through the door wearing the most ridiculous and dated outfit he's ever worn into the Bar.

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"I told you to stay home, young lady!" he shouts back through the door as a scream answers him. He slammed the door and grouched his way to the Bar to order a cup of the disgusting synthetic blood.
immortalthief: WetHair (WetHair)
[personal profile] immortalthief
The front door opens, beyond the door is a car submerged in the Pacific ocean. Beside the door is a figure with dark hair, that has just enough time to realize there is suddenly an open door before she falls through the door along with a rush of ocean water before the door closes.

Amanda starts to get up, coughing up water.
seeking_truth: (straightforward soldier)
[personal profile] seeking_truth
[Previously: Arriving in Kirkwall.]

She storms out of the interrogation chamber in a towering fury, paying little attention to anyone who might happen to be in her way.

"Blast you, Varric Tethras, you and your tale of the Champion!"

Cassandra stalks the length of the hallway and slams the door open.

"Leliana. It is no use. We must--"

She's two steps into the bar before she realizes that it's not where she expected to be.

As the door swings shut behind her, one hand goes to her sword.
yinyangwizard: (Onmyoji)
[personal profile] yinyangwizard
The many-tentacled, many-eyed monstrosity shrieks and rushes down the tunnel towards Seimei, it serrated beaks clacking hungrily. Seimei plants his feet at shoulder width, one forward of the other, and holds put his right hand with fingers clawed.

The monstrosity closes with him. He slashes his clawed hand in the air, his fingers leaving lines of blue-white light in their wake.

Dismembered tentacles, eyes, serrated beaks, and other monster bits - along with liberal splatters of ichor - scatter and spatter against the tunnel walls, floors, and Seimei. All of these things, other than Seimei, are sizzling and smoking a little.

He draws his feet together and smacks his right fist into his open left palm, expelling the monster ichor from his kosode and hakama with a blast of wind.

"Twenty-seven," he counts to himself, his breath puffing in the cold air.

One must keep in practice, you know.

[OOC: Gonna be slowtimey, but if anyone is up for adventures in the Labyrinth...]
fry_sandhu: (fry 6 smile look up)
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Fry is all set to go on a treasure hunt.

He's all ready with his Scout hoodie on, and his detectiving kit - a magnifying glass, a water bottle, a camera, and a rough map of the bar and its surroundings. And, importantly, a small box of his own treasures to swap for any treasures he finds inside the box.

He's content to find treasure and work for the badge on his own, but it's much easier with a friend.
littleyellowboxes: Deadpool lounging around (Default)
[personal profile] littleyellowboxes
There's nothing quite like trashy late night TV, even at the end of the universe.

Especially when you have infinite channels.

Deadpool sits at a table and stares at one of the mounted TVs, completely rapt. On screen, a Doberman wearing a police hat appears to be interrogating a suspicious looking Pomeranian. 'I'm no stoolie!' the dog says. 'I'm a purebred!'

"He's totally lying," Deadpool informs no one in particular. He pulls his mask up far enough to shove some cheese doodles in his mouth. The scars are very evident, but not particularly noteworthy when put up against the rest of his outfit, weapons, and choice of TV shows.


[OOC: Mercy, you nerds! I'm going to bed. I'll be back tomorrow. This post is closed for now. He'll be back again.]